Sons of Justice 1: In Good Hands (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “You’ve got a great pair of legs, Cherokee. Stay, just like that,” he said, and oh boy did her pussy spasm.

  The truck started moving, and John shifted in his seat. He leaned over to kiss her lips, and she tilted up toward him, accepting his kisses. She placed her hand against his cheek, feeling the tickling sensation from his well-trimmed beard against her palm. He smelled good, manly, but then he was pulling her closer by her inner knee. He started to move his hand up between her thighs a little higher, and she grabbed his wrist and pulled back.

  “John.” When she said his name, he squinted at her. Why, when he looked at her, did she feel like he would get annoyed at her inexperience? She hadn’t let a man touch her down there ever. Never had sex, never even got hot and heavy, and here she was wondering how slow she could make them go to give her time to adjust. Or should she just let them lead because they were more experienced and she didn’t want them to get annoyed with her? It was all too much, and as he leaned back against his seat and exhaled, she knew she was going to have to confess to her inexperience.

  She held his hand on her lap and crossed her legs, blocking off any attempts at letting him slide his hand along there again. It was too much too soon. It felt so good, and she knew these men were going to break down the walls she put up but not tonight. Not after just having some drinks at a local bar. Not without dating, holding hands, and walking around as normal couples do. Right? She asked herself and felt stupid.

  She needed to hold her ground and remain in control. That was easier said than done when they got to her cottage a few minutes later and opened her front door.

  She felt her breath catch in her throat and emotion, desire fill her instantly at the sight. Hans, Brye, and Nolan were sitting in her living room, looking relaxed and all sexy, just waiting for her to get home.

  Spartan guided her inside as John closed her door.

  They ate her up with their eyes, and Hans stood up first.

  “You wore that and were at The Station alone?” he barked in that sexy, thick Russian accent of his.

  Her body trembled as he closed the space between them. Spartan spoke at the same time.

  “Lucky I went there. Some cowboy got aggressive.”

  She gasped, looked at Spartan, ready to argue that information, but Hans wrapped her up in his arms and hoisted her up and against his body.

  “What?” he asked.

  “It wasn’t that bad,” she said.

  Spartan mumbled something, but then her attention went fully to Hans as he gripped her ass, ran his fingers through her hair and to the back of her head, and growled. “Things are going to be changing.” He pressed his lips to hers.

  Fire. She was instantly on fire. Between the man’s thick Russian accent, the feel of his bold, hard muscles, and the look in his light blue eyes right before he pressed his lips to hers, she knew she was in deep. She ran her fingers over his shoulder to the ponytail he had that held the long, black wavy locks so neatly. He ravished her mouth, stroked a hand under her dress, and then started pushing the material upward.

  She pulled back. “Hans.” She tried to catch her breath.

  “Don’t deny the feelings. Don’t,” he demanded so sternly she widened her eyes and then shook her head.

  “I’m not. I just need you to slow down.”

  “Fuck slowing down. We’ve been going slow for the better part of a year,” Brye stated and then reached for her.

  Hans released his hold, and Brye pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. She exhaled, loving how instantly protected she felt and also how much she liked the scent and feel of all five men. She pressed her palms to his solid chest and could feel the deep ridges of muscles beneath her palms. It turned her on, made her wonder what the man looked like naked. She panicked and pulled back, only for Nolan to take Brye’s place. He reached out, stroked her jaw as she turned toward him while Brye kissed her neck and bare shoulder, then eased his palm along her hip, releasing her to Nolan. Nolan pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. He pecked at the corners of her mouth, at her jaw, and then her neck while slowly caressing a palm along her ass then pulled her tight against him. When he released her lips, he exhaled.

  “Even better than I imagined. The feel of you in my arms. Your scent, your gorgeous curves. Goddamn, woman, you are everything to me.” He pressed his lips to hers once again.

  If there was any doubt in her mind that these men hadn’t thought about this moment with her, or hadn’t been hiding their attraction, then those doubts disappeared immediately. She hugged Nolan tight, and her eyes locked onto Spartan’s.

  He stood by the couch, arms at his side.

  “Come here,” he said to her.

  Her heart was racing so darn fast she thought it might leap from her chest. Spartan both aroused her and scared the heck out of her. She pulled back slowly and felt Nolan’s hands glide along her hips. He assisted turning her and then gave her ass a tap. Her eyes locked onto Spartan’s. She slid her palms down her hips to push her dress back into place while Spartan’s eyes roamed over her in a way that caused tiny little spasms in her pussy. She didn’t understand this. She knew nothing about sex really, but somehow her body knew. She wanted to be close to these men. She wanted to touch them, explore them, and then came the fear.

  “No. Eyes on me, baby. Come to me now,” Spartan ordered.

  She took a deep breath and released a shaky one. Her legs felt wobbly, and she wondered if she looked sexy, if she should take her time, or just jump into the man’s arms and kiss him breathless so she could feel his hands all over her. Holy God, what do I do? What do I do?

  She stopped right before him, their gazes locked. “There are things to go over. To confirm before we go any further.”

  “Things?” she asked and couldn’t help but look at those muscles of his or scan her eyes over the tattoos along his arms and, holy hell, on his neck. That had to hurt. Did he like pain? Did he not feel pain? Was he so hard and tough that he was desensitized to feeling anything? Why did that both scare her and entice her?

  She licked her lower lip, and he squinted at her mouth then snagged her around the waist so quickly she gasped and gripped his forearms. She felt everything. The heat and hardness of his body, the power of his kiss, his mouth over hers making her moan, then his palm over her ass squeezing so hard right before he turned her and lowered her body to the couch. They were fighting for control of the kiss, and suddenly her dress was up to her waist and his hands between her legs. She gripped his shoulders, pulling from his mouth.

  “Spartan,” she exclaimed.

  “Open for me, for us, because you accept us as your guardians and your lovers,” he demanded.

  Holy shit, she had to tell them she was a virgin. She had to. She was panting, and tears formed in her eyes. He scanned her face and then gently, softly stroked over her panties.

  “Oh God, this is too fast,” she whispered on an exhale. She actually felt her pussy lips swell with need. He continued to stroke. He slowed down that intense, wild motion and now stroked gently. He kissed her chin and then her neck, causing her to tilt her head back.

  “You need slow, baby? We don’t want to hurt you. We just want you so badly it fucking hurts inside,” Spartan said.

  She sensed the others gathering around the couch. Then she felt the stroke to her cheek, the caress to her hair. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with John, who smiled softly and stroked her cheek, then Hans, who stroked her hair, and Brye and Nolan, who sat on the coffee table right beside her and Spartan.

  Spartan’s fingers pushed aside her panties and then began to maneuver into her cunt.

  “Spartan.” She said his name, and tears filled her eyes. She wanted them. They were older and so much more experienced. Would they be turned off by her lack of experience? Spartan had feared the age difference and had denied his feelings until tonight. Until that cowboy hit on her.

  “Oh.” She moaned as her pussy reacted to his touch, and she started to get w
etter and wetter. He slid his thick digit in and out of her pussy.

  “So wet for us. Your body knows. You want us like we want you. We’re going to make you our woman tonight, Cherokee. There’s no denying it. Not after we could have lost this chance to claim you as our woman to that fucking cowboy tonight or those other dicks that have been wanting guardianship over you, over this sexy body, schoolteacher.” He eyed her body as he thrust fingers faster and faster.

  She was panting, moaning as something was happening deep in her core. She rocked her hips.

  “That’s it, sweetness. Don’t hold back. Come all over his fingers, and then I’m going to taste that sweet cream of yours,” Hans said and slid his palm over her breast and pulled on the nipple.

  She cried out and came, her body shaking, and then John pressed his mouth over hers. The top of her dress pushed down, and a mouth landed on her breast. It was hot, wet, and felt so good. Then her panties were being pushed down, and she panicked and pulled from John’s mouth.

  “Wait,” she exclaimed, and John lifted back farther.

  “What is it, sweetie?” Nolan asked.

  She looked at all of them as Spartan was on his knees, his hands spreading her thighs and his fingertips stroking her pussy lips.

  “Oh God, I think you need to know something.” For some reason, a tear fell. Spartan slid higher and gripped her hips, his chest over her bare pussy, and she looked at the others.

  She closed her eyes.

  “You’re afraid. Is it because of the attack?” Nolan asked, and she opened her eyes and shook her head. That seemed to ease their expressions.

  “What is it, Cherokee? Just be honest and tell us,” Brye said, sounding a bit concerned but also frustrated.

  She didn’t want to frustrate them. She wanted them to be her firsts and only. She was just intimidated.

  “I’m not as experienced as the five of you are.”

  Hans chuckled low and cupped her breast then slid the pad of his thumb back and forth over her nipple. “Not a big deal. You’ll get experienced with five lovers like us.” He winked.

  She chuckled and then widened her eyes and exhaled.

  “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” she said, and then Hans squinted.

  “What is it? Tell us,” he commanded.

  “Okay, I’m just going to blurt this out. I’ve never been in a position like this. I’ve never let any men do what you’re doing to me now.”

  “A ménage you mean?” Brye asked, and she looked up at him and shook her head. She stared at Spartan.

  “No man ever has stroked me down there.”

  As it seemed to sink in, Spartan lifted up. He shook his head. “You’re a virgin, Cherokee?”

  “What?” Brye asked.

  “Seriously?” Nolan asked.

  “Holy fuck,” Hans said.

  “Goddamn,” John said, running his fingers through his hair and looking as taken back as Spartan. Spartan lifted up as if he were going to get up off of her, and she panicked. She grabbed his shirt and stopped him.

  “What are you doing? Why are you moving?”

  He shook his head. “You’re too perfect. Too beautiful, young, and fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair and then rubbed along his jaw.

  “My God, Cherokee,” John said to her. Then Hans reached out and caressed her hair.

  “You sure you’re ready? That you want to with us?”

  Holy God did she want to. She couldn’t believe, no scratch that, she could believe their reaction and how they would step back, give her time or, worse, push her away again because perhaps they felt unworthy or something stupid. She didn’t know. All she really knew was how they made her feel. How comfortable, safe, and so very aroused she was with them all surrounding her, touching her, and taking from her body.

  “I’m more than ready, Hans. I’ve chosen not to allow any man that close because nothing felt right. No man has made me feel the way the five of you have.”

  “But, Cherokee, we’re so much older than you and more experienced. Perhaps someone younger—”

  She shook her head, cutting him off.

  “Spartan, you were fine a minute ago with the idea of taking from my body and making love to me. You feel the power of this attraction, and know it’s not bullshit. Why is it different knowing I’ve never done this before?”

  “Why? Because you’re so young, sexy, pure, and beautiful, and I’m old, unpure, hard-core, and sometimes ornery.”

  “Sometimes?” she asked, and the others chuckled.

  He gripped her hips and gave her a little shake as he narrowed his eyes at her. She released her hold on his shirt and cupped his cheek with her palm. She felt the roughness of his beard and smiled softly. Then she looked at the others.

  “Hear me out, all five of you, hear what I’m saying loud and clear. I want you five to be my firsts and my only. I want to feel more of what you make me feel. Protected, cared for, safe, and loved. If you can’t do that, or you don’t want that, then tell me the truth now and it will save for any problems later on. We’ll just enjoy what I imagine will be amazing sex with five sexy, very experienced soldiers.”

  “Oh really?” Hans said in a reprimanding tone as if shocked by her gall. Well, she was shocked, too, but she shot from the hip without thinking as they each stared at her, looking at her differently and smiling softly.

  “A damn virgin. Holy shit, how the fuck did we get so lucky?” John asked.

  “Lucky? We’re going to have to perform well, or Cherokee might be disappointed,” Brye teased and winked.

  They chuckled. She reached out and touched Brye’s cheek.

  “I won’t be disappointed. I can tell you that for a fact.”

  “Oh yeah, how do you know, little virgin?” Hans asked.

  “Well, I’ve got nothing else to compare the five of you to,” she said, shocking them.

  “Why you little…” Nolan started to say and then began tickling her and making her laugh.

  Spartan lifted up.

  “Well, let’s get her to the bedroom, where we can spread her out and make her first experience a lasting memory.”

  “Wait, but I was comfortable right here with the five of you surrounding me so close.”

  “Baby, we’re taking you together tonight and the right way. We’ll be very close. In fact, we’ll be one.” He pulled her up into his arms and hugged her to him. Then he bent down and lifted her up into his arms in the cradle position and carried her to the bedroom with the other commanders in tow. She was going to make love to these five men. They were going to be her guardians. No turning back now. Her future was right here.

  * * * *

  Spartan set Cherokee’s feet down on the rug in front of the bed, and then he cupped her cheeks and ravished her mouth. Brye and the others began to undress, and then Brye slid in behind her to kiss her shoulders and unzip her dress. As more and more of her skin was exposed, he couldn’t help but lick his lips and lean closer to take a taste of her skin.

  As the dress fell, the others gasped, made comments, and stared in awe of her.

  “Fuck, she’s a goddamn angel,” Spartan said, stepping back and running his hand along his jaw.

  Brye wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his naked body and thick hard cock against her ass cheeks, and suckled her neck.

  “Our fucking angel. All those years of feeling pain, of sacrificing, we got us an angel to love,” John said and reached out to run his fingers through her hair to the base of her neck then swept down and kissed her.

  Brye moved to the right, gliding his palms along her ass, admiring it, and then caught sight of her full, large breasts, her taut belly, sexy thighs, and that light scar, her battle wound.

  She was running her fingers through John’s hair as John lowered her to the bed. He pulled back, kneeling above her, between her legs.

  “She’s ours. Let’s make her first time making love addicting.” He slid her palms up above her head, causing her breasts to lift, and then
Hans and Nolan slid to the bed, placed their hands over hers above her head, and cupped her breasts.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, her legs closing against John’s thighs, but then Spartan caressed the left thigh open, and Brye took his cue to press her right thigh open. John knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, her pussy and ass hanging off of it.

  He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Mine,” he said in a deep, low growl and licked her from cunt to anus.

  “Oh. My. God!” she cried out, and she came. Just like that, she exploded in his mouth.

  Hans leaned over and suckled her breast, Nolan suckled on her other breast, and Brye and Spartan watched John feast on her pussy. They lifted her thighs a little higher and thrust a finger into her cunt then stroked it over her anus. Back and forth he rubbed both holes and then slid fingers into them.

  Her moan as she thrust her hips upward aroused them all.

  “She’s so responsive. So giving and perfect, and all ours,” Brye said.

  John pulled fingers out and then kissed her belly.

  “Taste her. Each of you taste our sweet, sexy Cherokee.” He slid from between her legs, and Brye took his place.

  He gave her a wink, and she held his gaze, lips parted, cheeks and chest blushed pink.

  “More, Cherokee?”

  “Yes. Oh God yes.”

  They chuckled, and then she gasped as apparently Hans nipped her nipple then tugged. Brye took that moment to slide fingers into her cunt and then licked her there. In and out he rotated fingers then his tongue and mouth, loving her scent and the sound of her soft purrs as her body erupted.

  “My turn,” Spartan demanded, and Brye chuckled.

  “Should have stolen a taste of this pussy weeks ago,” Brye said, and they all mumbled in agreement.

  “Oh God,” Cherokee exclaimed, and they chuckled, but Nolan cupped her jaw and held her gaze with intensity.

  “Ours. All ours whenever we want you, and we are yours, too. We’re going to teach you so much. You’re precious, baby, and fucking hot.” He pressed his mouth to hers.